Athelemakindoflove

It struck me--a great, formless thought, unable to take shape in this atmosphere of slow lovely embracing music--that that was the power of the violin, that it sounded human in a way that we humans could not! It spoke for us in a way that we ourselves couldn't. Ah, yes, and that's what all the pondering and poetry has been about. --Violin, Anne Rice. Loss My name is David Tarr. Some of you know who I am. Congratulations if you do. If not, you'll know too much about me soon enough, should you become engaged in the story I'm going to share-foolishly publicly. Her name is Rosie. None of you know about her. I've never spoken about her before